Brightest thing in my life is a TV on the wall
Alcohol is making love to me, with its sirens call
Sepia paints the air, sepia paints my life
Only I can't see the fading colours
when the pack calls for another round 
Happiness can go find another 
when I can pretend that all is well, 
knocking back beers in faded bars
Chains as bracelets on my naked wrists
Chains as anklets, it's what I wish
Slave through choice, though when given a voice
Not what I would call myself

'Cause the brightest thing in my life is a TV on the wall

Someone to throw to

There is nothing as lonely as a Frisbee

without someone to throw it

It becomes better when there is another to 

receive it, 

to partner and make a team

No matter the throw

be it a scoober, hammer, huck, inside out or flick

it becomes team work when your partner

catches it, completes it

that's the trick

Winter Mud, Summer Shine

With your partner you will always be able to play

Much like life, it will be fine

At times a throw will fail

a catch will be dropped

it's not about blame

cause the game should never stop

Pick it, turn it on, keep on throwing

enjoy your partner

enjoy the game

Watching it all come down as the colours bleed away
from all that I know and feel
tears and rips open up on my gaping pain
really cant seem to see 
though it is all right there in front of my eyes
words are not enough 
as love turns and burns once again
stumbling on through, feeling the dark grow
really wanted to be, to feel so much more
this I know and all I wanted
should be so much more
really should be so much better
watching the sun set
all over again
bleeding out
over my pain.

I shot for the stars and missed
Fell back towards earth
grasping at what I could get
All was not lost as I drew the moon 
down towards where I came from
Holding it close,
Cold though it was
numbing me from my dreams of stars

I wouldn't mind